Chapter 3 I don't want to come back to this place again.
Hearing someone's voice and noticing that He Mu was staring intently at his little wooden sword, he tentatively asked, "Do you like it?"
He Mu casually hummed in agreement.
Hearing voices, he immediately perked up, patted his chest generously, and said, "Then this is for you."
He Mu didn't really want the little wooden sword, but he still picked it up and played with it in his hand for a while.
The child looked to be only about ten years old. If converted to the age of a snow wolf, he would probably only be five years old, still a very immature age.
After Mu ascended to heaven, he guarded the Heartless Stele in the Heavenly Court for ten years. A hundred years have passed in the mortal realm. If we were to talk about seniority, he could be considered an ancestor who could hear human voices.
It's so troublesome for kids to even think about it.
Although he was forced to descend to the mortal realm to cultivate because he lacked sufficient merit, he wouldn't be so kind as to adopt this poor little thing just to do good deeds.
He sighed, rubbed his fingertips on the wooden sword, slowly grinding over the rough and uneven nicks, and seemed to recall the scene of Wen Rensheng making this small wooden sword.
Although the wooden sword was roughly carved, it was clear that it was made with great care and was well protected, with no dust on it at all.
And upon closer inspection, the small print is actually quite cute.
"The world's number one divine sword."
Mu smiled lightly.
It's a good ambition, but unfortunately, the spiritual power in Wen Rensheng's body is so weak that it's almost imperceptible, so he's probably destined to be out of the immortal path.
Speaking of which... how long has this child been bullied by Chen Lian?
Should we take this opportunity to give the sects in the lower realms a warning? Consider it a good start to this cultivation journey...
Wen Rensheng, who was standing to the side, finally found a piece of dusty, tattered cloth. He picked it up, shook it, and stood on tiptoe to show it to He Mu.
“This,” he said with difficulty, “I made it myself.”
He Mu snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at the piece of cloth.
There were several patches of different colors on it, the stitches were uneven, and there were many loose threads.
After looking at it for a while, he realized it was a cloak.
"I made it according to what's in the storybook, but it's not completely finished yet. I need to save up a little more money—"
Hearing someone stop speaking halfway through, Wen Rensheng suddenly looked at the cloak behind He Mu.
The beautiful metal buckle was tied around her neck, and the fabric was a blood-red vermilion, its image of fluttering in the north wind just now still vivid in my mind.
So cool!
Upon hearing the voice, his eyes lit up considerably. He took a deep breath and continued, "If I save up a little more money, I can make one just like your cloak."
He Mu wasn't blind; he could tell the two cloaks were worlds apart.
But he didn't expose him, and just stared at Wen Rensheng with a half-smile.
"So, you're planning to give me this?"
"deliver……"
The voice murmured and repeated itself.
But then again...
Although Wen Rensheng knew that his armor was not as impressive as He Mu's, he cherished it and always kept it with him as a treasure.
I just wanted to show it to He Mu, why does he really want it?
Hearing voices, she crumpled her cloak into a ball and hid it behind her back, her face clearly showing her reluctance.
"Okay, fine, you can have this one too..."
He spoke while trying to hide.
Seeing his expression, He Mu wanted to tease him even more, so she spread out her hands as if to ask for his cloak.
"Thank you, please give it to me."
Hearing the voice, he was startled to find that the person actually wanted his tattered cloak and took several steps back.
"I understand, I'll give it to you!"
"Okay, give it to me."
"Wait a minute, let me tidy it up, then I'll give it to you."
Hearing the voice, she hurriedly made up an excuse, then turned her back to He Mu and carefully looked down at the tattered cloth in her arms.
Should we really give it to him?
I felt especially reluctant to leave when I heard people's voices.
This mountain god is so strange. He already has a cloak, so why does he need his?
He muttered to himself, his hands constantly kneading the cloak, as if waiting for Mu to change his mind.
But Mu remained silent, his outstretched hand motionless, looking just like a bandit robbing a little beggar.
Hearing the voice, he had absolutely no idea what the man was thinking!
He pouted, and finally mumbled something.
"Well... here, can you do me a favor in return?"
He Mu withdrew his hand and twirled the wooden sword between his fingers.
Tell me what you think about, and I'll consider it.
After hearing the voices, he took a deep breath.
He only had one dream: to have a real family.
He thought that if Mu was unwilling to become his family, then he would have no choice but to pitifully continue to beg him, leaving himself no way out.
He carefully chose his words, and slowly began, "I have no family. I live alone on the snowy mountain. I've heard there are many monsters here..."
He Mu teased him deliberately, "So, you want to go down the mountain?"
"Yes, I want to go down the mountain—ah? No, no, I don't want to go down the mountain, I want to be with you..."
“Alright, I know,” He Mu said, not giving him a chance to continue. He stood up and scooped Wen Rensheng up by the waist. “Let’s go, I’ll take you down.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his feet lift off the ground and he was hanging in Mu's arms.
A voice was heard: "..."
"Wait, I didn't say that...!"
He immediately started shaking his arms and legs wildly, shouting as he tried to break free from He Mu's embrace.
But Mu wouldn't listen to anything. He beckoned with his finger and lifted the unconscious Chen Lian off the ground.
"Walk."
Before the words were even finished and people could react, the scene before them suddenly changed, and the vast, boundless snowfield was transformed into a bustling marketplace.
The howling north wind that had been whistling past her ears was instantly subdued as if by a magical artifact, replaced by a gentle night breeze that softly ruffled a few stray hairs on Wenrensheng's forehead.
He stared blankly ahead.
Peddlers and laborers outside the city gate were passing through his field of vision, slowly walking across the official road, their wheels leaving shallow ruts.
Looking up, a plaque bearing the name "Xiangcheng" hangs high above the city wall.
They actually made it down the mountain!
Even in a single instant!
While hearing the voice, he thought the ability to teleport was really cool, but he also continued to kick and wave his hands anxiously, explaining in a flustered manner, "I don't want to go down the mountain, I don't want to leave Fangze Mountain!"
He Mu ignored her and asked instead, "Your name is Wen Rensheng, right?"
Hearing the voice, she clung to He Mu's arm and hummed in response.
“You have no family,” Mu Man said casually, tossing Chen Lian aside. “Who gave you your name?”
“Well… I lived with rabbits when I was little,” Wenrensheng answered honestly. “The chief there gave me that name.”
He Mu said "Oh," and then suddenly reached out and touched the center of Wen Rensheng's shoulder blade at the back of his collar.
Hearing human voices, he immediately shivered from the cold.
"It's cold," he said pitifully.
Why are you suddenly bullying him? He only said one wrong thing.
But Mu didn't offer any explanation. He put Wenrensheng on the ground and didn't say anything more.
Unable to fathom the mountain god's thoughts from the human voices, he only knew that his plan to find his family had been a complete failure.
He kicked the pebbles on the ground in frustration, looking at the dust that had been thrown away not far away like a tattered rag.
It's all that sword cultivator's fault, he's evil to the core!
I really want the puppy to bite him!
Hearing the voices, he thought angrily.
Chen Lian was seriously injured, but He Mu hit him hard, directly waking him up.
Once he regained consciousness, Chen Lian struggled to his feet, spat out a mouthful of blood, and grumbled as he held his bruised head.
"Lost dog, what bad luck..." he muttered to himself.
After uttering those words, he looked up and saw Wenrensheng not far away, as well as the indifferent-looking mountain god beside him.
"Seriously? Is this ever going to end...?"
Chen Lian clicked his tongue and scrambled to his feet, kneeling before the two men.
Never mind, I'll take advantage of the crowd and distractions here and beg for mercy first.
Thinking this, Chen Lian immediately adopted a cowardly posture and shouted loudly, "Thank you, Mountain God, for letting me go down the mountain. I will definitely repent and reform myself in the future, and will no longer bully the weak!"
Hearing the voice, she tugged at He Mu's sleeve and hid behind him, watching Chen Lian warily.
Although he said he had let Chen Lian go, he still hoped that this person would disappear from his sight forever.
Mu put his arm around Mu's and said casually, "Although I let you go after hearing your voice, I still feel a little unhappy. Tell me about your sect, and I'd like to talk to your master."
"Master...Master's sect?"
Chen Lian looked up, his face covered in blood, his expression blank.
"I don't think that's necessary, Mountain God..."
“The Heavenly Court doesn’t give me much time,” He Mu interrupted, raising his hand, “so I don’t give you much time either.”
After saying that, he glanced at Chen Lian casually.
This glance sent chills down Chen Lian's spine. Remembering the pain of his sea of consciousness shattering just moments before, he tensed up, repeatedly kowtowing and urgently saying:
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
"I am from the Guiyi Sword Sect of Xiangcheng, a disciple of Elder Wudi—"
Bang!
As the last word was uttered, the environment around the three of them changed once again.
Once you've had enough, you get used to it. Now, hearing people's voices doesn't bother me anymore; I even feel a little excited.
This is the power of the mountain god!
Just like in the storybooks, he has the ability to travel a thousand miles in a single step. So cool!
He must learn this move in the future, and then roam the world with the Unending Void Profound Sky Slaying Calamity Sword, the number one divine sword under heaven.
Oh no, this sword has already been given to the mountain god, so let him make it into the second most powerful sword in the world, the Xuanxiao Sword of Endless Void.
"Is this the place?"
Before she could finish celebrating, she heard He Mu's voice. Hearing the voice brought her back to her senses, and she began to pay attention to her new environment.
You can sense that this place is still within Xiangcheng, and the streets look familiar to Wen Rensheng.
As he looked up, a plaque came into view.
"Return to...one".
He murmured it over and over again.
Guiyi Sword Sect.
It was midday, and the mountain gate was wide open.
Guiyi Sword Sect?
For some reason, seeing this name made Wen Rensheng feel inexplicably flustered.
He lowered his head slightly, his gaze passing over the demon-suppressing stone statue and looking towards the direction of the Sword Sect's training ground.
It was much like the training grounds of an ordinary sect, a circular training ground paved with bluestone slabs, with a arena in the center where several cultivators were chatting, seemingly taking a break.
Everything felt both strange and familiar.
Guiyi Sword Sect... Why does that name sound so familiar?
In a daze, long-dormant memories surged back into my mind like a tidal wave.
Hearing a voice, my heart skipped a beat, and my breathing became rapid.
He took a few steps back and hid behind He Mu, his hand gripping the hem of his clothes trembling slightly.
I remember now.
He's been here before!
A note from the author:
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Most of the cultivation setting was made up by me. [Pity][Pity][Pity]
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